Flaunting My Ring? Too Bad Your Man Is My Husband—and I Hold the Pen to His Fortune! Chapter 06
The car came out of nowhere.
I’d just come back from shopping, a few
paper bags in my hands, a bodyguard trailing discreetly behind me.
A black Rolls–Royce with tinted windows swerved sharply and jumped the curb.
The impact slammed into my side. Before I
could even scream, the front wheel rolled
over my ankle.
A sickening crunch.
It hurt.
Everything went black for a second.
Then the car was gone–speeding away like
nothing had happened.
My bodyguard was shouting into his phone.
I woke up in a private hospital room.
Severin burst in, his tie crooked, hair a mess,
eyes bloodshot.
“Elara?” He rushed to the bed, his voice tight. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I wasn’t there.
Does it hurt?”
His eyes landed on the cast on my leg. His
face went pale.
“I shouldn’t have gone to that meeting. I
should’ve driven you myself. I’ll find out.
who did this. I’ll deal with the driver, I’ll-”
“Still” putting on a show, Severin?”
He froze.
I picked up my phone from the nightstand.
I opened a screenshot and held it up to him.
From a social media account.
@its_Mirella_baby.
[Thought Don’s heart had gone back to the
old lady. Oops. She had a little accident.]
[Don was furious, but he still cleaned up my
mess like always.]
[When I cry, he still goes soft.]
That post was deleted fast.
Replaced by another.
[Got chewed out. I’ll be more careful.]
[His love is a secret I have to keep now. Got
it, Don S.]
Severin’s face went paler and paler.
“You said you ended it with her.”
“Elara, I will. I swear, I’ll end it-”
“Enough.”
My voice cut through the cold hospital room.
“Stop lying.”
“I will never believe another word you say.”
“Elara, please-“”
“I want a divorce.”
Severin’s hand, reaching toward me,
dropped like all the strength had been
drained from him.
He was quiet for a long time. Then he let out.
a bitter, hollow laugh.
“Okay.”
“You’re right. I haven’t ended it.”
“I tried. At first, I really tried.”
“You know why I can’t?”
“It’s because of you.”
““I almost laughed. “What?”
“That’s right, Elara Vescari. You.”
He pointed at me with a shaking finger.
“You shut me out.”
“You wouldn’t let me touch you.”
“You barely talked to me.”
“That house was so quiet, it was driving me
insane.”
“I started drinking. Getting wasted.”
“Mirella was there that night. She… stopped
me.”
He pressed the heel of his hand to his eye,
his voice hoarse.
“I was too drunk.”
“I thought she was you. The you from when
we were young.”
“The one who still looked at me like I was everything.”
His voice broke.
“By the time I realized, it was too late.”
“I couldn’t just throw her out.”
“She reminded me too much of you.”
“All I could do was try to see her as little as
possible.”
“And pray that one day, you’d forgive me.”
He lowered his hand and looked at me.
“Elara, I know I was wrong.”
“Unforgivable.”
“But we… couldn’t we…“”
SMACK.
I slapped him across the face.
Crisp. Final.
The room went silent.
Only my ragged breathing remained.
I looked at him and spoke slowly, every word
clear.
“No.”
“We“” stick to the agreement.”
“Divorce.”
“You leave with nothing.”
